If it weren't for all that chocolate...I'd be lying on the floor somewhere.
A little update since Friday.
Okay, on Friday, I went to the Old San Juan with my brother, Laura, and Yomarie. They invited me to just walk around the place and go to Hard Rock Café...I REALLY wanted to go to the Hard Rock.
The whole time there was real fun...we kept talking about all this random crap...oh yes, this guy that works in the Hard Rock, who I had met just a month before, was there. I told him, "Hey! I know you!"
"You do?" he asked.
"Yeah...I'm the Weird Al kid..."
"....DUUUUDE!" We shook hands.
I think a while after that, I had gotten my sandwhich...I swear...it happened just like this...the sandwhich was in my hand, I was about to take a bite off it, when Yomarie, who was sitting across me in the table, knocked down her glass of water...the whole glass spilled on me...the whole friggin glass.
I didn't want any attention, so I told everyone not to tell the waitress, and they didn't, so she didn't notice. But, dayum!, it was cold. It was really cold. I felt like I was sitting on ice. Which I was.
Then, all of a sudden, Scott Weiland came on TV...I, of course, recognized him immediately...I yelled, "Hey! It's my idol!" and forgot all about my cold ass.
The video was a live performance of the song "Down" from back in 2000...that was back when he had this mohawk...these really weird long black gauntlets...he was pale as hell and danced differently, but it was him alright.
I think it was immediately after that video that a Bowie video came on...it was back from the Ziggy Stardust days...I yelled, "Hey! It's my idol's idol!"
So....not much happened in the rest of our time at the Hard Rock...except that I found this magnet on my chain...I don't know where it came from or how long it had been there though. It was a pretty cool magnet though.
Oh yes, and Yomarie....she got this call from her boyfriend...they were arguing...AGAIN...they are always arguing. I don't quite understand them really. All I know is that I hate it. I hate it when she gets calls from him because she gets it in the middle of something, and when she hangs up, she's all depressed and bitchy. I really don't get it. They hate each other. Gah, it's not healthy, I know it's not. I haven't even met this guy either.
Anyways, we went out for a walk, and took pictures...I kept seeing these pictures....you know, you are walking, and all of a sudden you see this view....like you HAVE to take a picture of it, because it's perfect. Maybe I should be a photographer. Maybe I should get myself a camera and take pictures of these things I see. It's really quite cool. I know I've helped my sister take some good pictures for her history projects.
But yeah, my brother and Laura....and I suppose even I...we cheered Yomarie up. And it was good. It's a great feeling when you make someone laugh or make them happy.
While we were walking...we were looking for this bar called Dákiti...the bar is famous...it really is...but no one knows where it is. No one ever does. Laura really wanted to find it though. But no, we didn't find it.
We did come across this...little boat of some sort...what are those called...anyways, it was a party. It was a boat that had music and drinks and disco balls. The woman asked if we wanted a ride...it was an hour long and it took you to some place...I have no idea where....anyways, it was also $12, and none of us could afford it. We just sat in a bench, and I guessed we listened to all the music untile the boat departed.
Sometime in the night, Yomarie got yet another call form her boyfriend. Sigh.
Okay well, that was basically it. We sat outside Hard Rock, the rest of the night, waiting to get picked up. Most of the time my brother was chatting and laughing with my friends...I was hoping that the fact that I didn't join in much conversations didn't annoy anyone...make them feel bad or anything...God, I was just tired.
I was glad my brother was there though. He made my friends happy. I couldn't have done that really. My brother is good at making people laugh, and I was tired. Yomarie said that she was glad that we were there because we always made her feel better after she had a fit with her boyfriend.
Sitting outside the Hard Rock, I heard a familiar voice...I entered the Hard ock and Aerosmith was on TV...ah, I know Steven's voice anywhere.
On Saturday, or yesterday, we woke up pretty early because we were going to Ponce. For those of you who are not familiar with Puerto Rico, I live in San Juan, which is on the northeast of the island, and Ponce is in the southwest.
I wasn't to thrilled about going at first...we were going with my father because he was incited to spend time with his family. The reason was because he had mentioned that the man who called him, his uncle, was always scolding him. I really wasn't too keen about going somewhere with people who dislike my afther.
Anyways, it was pretty cool. It was a pretty long car trip, during which I listened to Stone Temple Pilots mostly. The house was of my father's uncle...I have been there before. Anyways, I don't really know the names odf the people there, but there was his uncle and his wife, his other uncle, and his cousin.
We sat there most of the time listening to the grown ups talk and playing with this dog. And it was fun. They'd tell stories amongst themseklves about people I didn't know, but they were fun stories...especially my father's cousin's stories. He was a funny guy. He claimed that he looked like Tom Cruise and stuff. Ah, fun fun.
Well, there was this...I don't remember who it was, but he made the comment that I was fat. Which wasn't so cool...in the car I was really high, I was almost going crazy, like manic, you know...but that just got me in a low.
We came home pretty late and we had to get ready for Church, but I went to bed. When I woke up, I was in no better mood. I didn't want to go to Church...and I felt terrible about myself.
But yeah, Church was boring to say the least...it was long...they had this string mini orquestra playing tunes, from which, at the beginning, I recognized just one by Mozart....the rest were these long, slow, gloomy, and depressive tunes...my father didn't come to Church...and Christmas is the only time in the year that he ever bothers to come.
After all that crap, the orquestra broke into Jingle Bells, but then the audience fucked it up by clapping...I mean, they began clapping at first, a lot of them, but then they figured that it sounded terrible, so they stopped...yet there were these few people who didn't stop clapping and they really fucked it up.
Eventually, my sister figured that I wasn't doing good, and that got her in a bad mood because I wouldn't tell her my reasons...I didn't want to tell her...it was really embarassing...I promised her that it was temporary and that I'd get better...still, she was in a bad mood, so I began playing with her, pretending I was in a better mood...and that, somehow, made me feel better.
I'll tell you what made me feel better. In the Church, there was this girl who was dressed in black and she had one of those "emo haircuts"...I had never seen her in Church before, and I didn't know who she was or anything...but she looked great...GOD, she looked great. I tnought that maybe I could "bump" into her "accidently" and "instinctively" wish her a Merry Christmas. Or, maybe I could stalk her, sneek into her car, find out where she lives, and visit her every day of her life.
I didn't do either one.
Okay...yeah, we had to wrap my mother's presents. My sister and I did that in her room...and he did a terrible job...it's funny, we've been wrapping presents for years, but we never seen to improve....actually, we've gotten a lot worse. But we wrapped all of my mom's presents and I stayed in my sister's room for a while. Then I went to bed.
I must have lied down at about 12...but it took me a good 45 minutes to fall asleep. I wasn't doing too good...my head hurt and so did my stomach. But I supposed I just sat there until I got tired and eventually fell asleep.
It was dark, so I could not see the time. But I think it was like 5 AM because of the lighting. I didn't want to get up, but I was wide awake. I decided to lie down and fall asleep, but it didn't happen.
I was thinking a lot about Kim. I hadn't talked to her in just like...2 days. I still felt like a lot to tell her though. Gah, that's all I thinking about for 2 whole hours. I swear. It felt...weird...it really did.
So yeah, I decided to get up at 7 AM. My sister woke up at about the same time. We were downstairs and we were watching the movie Daddy Day Care and eating last night's linguinni.
My father got up at about 8 and shortly after my mother came down. We watched the whole movie and then at about 9:30, my mother decided to wake up my other sister and my brother so then we could open presents.
Ah soooo...this year I got a Bowling for Soup CD, a keyboard, and a cell phone. Yes, a cell phone. It's pretty...fun, I suppose. Especially the backround I put in. I'm not telling you what it is though...all I can say is...my mother doesn't approve.
Well, like I said, if it wasn't for all that chocolate, I'd be lying in the floor somewhere...I'm tired as hell...but it's been a long day...I chilled a lot today...even practiced some guitar...and then we went the park and we walked about 3 miles. Then we went and got some ice cream.
Oh, but yeah...I've been having fun these past days...right now we're gonna go watch the movie Madagascar and then I have to watch my sister's Anime DVD with her...that should be a total of about 5 hours.
Ah. So yeah. If you are actually still reading all of that (seriously, get help!) then Merry Christmas to you...have a good day.
Okay, on Friday, I went to the Old San Juan with my brother, Laura, and Yomarie. They invited me to just walk around the place and go to Hard Rock Café...I REALLY wanted to go to the Hard Rock.
The whole time there was real fun...we kept talking about all this random crap...oh yes, this guy that works in the Hard Rock, who I had met just a month before, was there. I told him, "Hey! I know you!"
"You do?" he asked.
"Yeah...I'm the Weird Al kid..."
"....DUUUUDE!" We shook hands.
I think a while after that, I had gotten my sandwhich...I swear...it happened just like this...the sandwhich was in my hand, I was about to take a bite off it, when Yomarie, who was sitting across me in the table, knocked down her glass of water...the whole glass spilled on me...the whole friggin glass.
I didn't want any attention, so I told everyone not to tell the waitress, and they didn't, so she didn't notice. But, dayum!, it was cold. It was really cold. I felt like I was sitting on ice. Which I was.
Then, all of a sudden, Scott Weiland came on TV...I, of course, recognized him immediately...I yelled, "Hey! It's my idol!" and forgot all about my cold ass.
The video was a live performance of the song "Down" from back in 2000...that was back when he had this mohawk...these really weird long black gauntlets...he was pale as hell and danced differently, but it was him alright.
I think it was immediately after that video that a Bowie video came on...it was back from the Ziggy Stardust days...I yelled, "Hey! It's my idol's idol!"
So....not much happened in the rest of our time at the Hard Rock...except that I found this magnet on my chain...I don't know where it came from or how long it had been there though. It was a pretty cool magnet though.
Oh yes, and Yomarie....she got this call from her boyfriend...they were arguing...AGAIN...they are always arguing. I don't quite understand them really. All I know is that I hate it. I hate it when she gets calls from him because she gets it in the middle of something, and when she hangs up, she's all depressed and bitchy. I really don't get it. They hate each other. Gah, it's not healthy, I know it's not. I haven't even met this guy either.
Anyways, we went out for a walk, and took pictures...I kept seeing these pictures....you know, you are walking, and all of a sudden you see this view....like you HAVE to take a picture of it, because it's perfect. Maybe I should be a photographer. Maybe I should get myself a camera and take pictures of these things I see. It's really quite cool. I know I've helped my sister take some good pictures for her history projects.
But yeah, my brother and Laura....and I suppose even I...we cheered Yomarie up. And it was good. It's a great feeling when you make someone laugh or make them happy.
While we were walking...we were looking for this bar called Dákiti...the bar is famous...it really is...but no one knows where it is. No one ever does. Laura really wanted to find it though. But no, we didn't find it.
We did come across this...little boat of some sort...what are those called...anyways, it was a party. It was a boat that had music and drinks and disco balls. The woman asked if we wanted a ride...it was an hour long and it took you to some place...I have no idea where....anyways, it was also $12, and none of us could afford it. We just sat in a bench, and I guessed we listened to all the music untile the boat departed.
Sometime in the night, Yomarie got yet another call form her boyfriend. Sigh.
Okay well, that was basically it. We sat outside Hard Rock, the rest of the night, waiting to get picked up. Most of the time my brother was chatting and laughing with my friends...I was hoping that the fact that I didn't join in much conversations didn't annoy anyone...make them feel bad or anything...God, I was just tired.
I was glad my brother was there though. He made my friends happy. I couldn't have done that really. My brother is good at making people laugh, and I was tired. Yomarie said that she was glad that we were there because we always made her feel better after she had a fit with her boyfriend.
Sitting outside the Hard Rock, I heard a familiar voice...I entered the Hard ock and Aerosmith was on TV...ah, I know Steven's voice anywhere.
On Saturday, or yesterday, we woke up pretty early because we were going to Ponce. For those of you who are not familiar with Puerto Rico, I live in San Juan, which is on the northeast of the island, and Ponce is in the southwest.
I wasn't to thrilled about going at first...we were going with my father because he was incited to spend time with his family. The reason was because he had mentioned that the man who called him, his uncle, was always scolding him. I really wasn't too keen about going somewhere with people who dislike my afther.
Anyways, it was pretty cool. It was a pretty long car trip, during which I listened to Stone Temple Pilots mostly. The house was of my father's uncle...I have been there before. Anyways, I don't really know the names odf the people there, but there was his uncle and his wife, his other uncle, and his cousin.
We sat there most of the time listening to the grown ups talk and playing with this dog. And it was fun. They'd tell stories amongst themseklves about people I didn't know, but they were fun stories...especially my father's cousin's stories. He was a funny guy. He claimed that he looked like Tom Cruise and stuff. Ah, fun fun.
Well, there was this...I don't remember who it was, but he made the comment that I was fat. Which wasn't so cool...in the car I was really high, I was almost going crazy, like manic, you know...but that just got me in a low.
We came home pretty late and we had to get ready for Church, but I went to bed. When I woke up, I was in no better mood. I didn't want to go to Church...and I felt terrible about myself.
But yeah, Church was boring to say the least...it was long...they had this string mini orquestra playing tunes, from which, at the beginning, I recognized just one by Mozart....the rest were these long, slow, gloomy, and depressive tunes...my father didn't come to Church...and Christmas is the only time in the year that he ever bothers to come.
After all that crap, the orquestra broke into Jingle Bells, but then the audience fucked it up by clapping...I mean, they began clapping at first, a lot of them, but then they figured that it sounded terrible, so they stopped...yet there were these few people who didn't stop clapping and they really fucked it up.
Eventually, my sister figured that I wasn't doing good, and that got her in a bad mood because I wouldn't tell her my reasons...I didn't want to tell her...it was really embarassing...I promised her that it was temporary and that I'd get better...still, she was in a bad mood, so I began playing with her, pretending I was in a better mood...and that, somehow, made me feel better.
I'll tell you what made me feel better. In the Church, there was this girl who was dressed in black and she had one of those "emo haircuts"...I had never seen her in Church before, and I didn't know who she was or anything...but she looked great...GOD, she looked great. I tnought that maybe I could "bump" into her "accidently" and "instinctively" wish her a Merry Christmas. Or, maybe I could stalk her, sneek into her car, find out where she lives, and visit her every day of her life.
I didn't do either one.
Okay...yeah, we had to wrap my mother's presents. My sister and I did that in her room...and he did a terrible job...it's funny, we've been wrapping presents for years, but we never seen to improve....actually, we've gotten a lot worse. But we wrapped all of my mom's presents and I stayed in my sister's room for a while. Then I went to bed.
I must have lied down at about 12...but it took me a good 45 minutes to fall asleep. I wasn't doing too good...my head hurt and so did my stomach. But I supposed I just sat there until I got tired and eventually fell asleep.
It was dark, so I could not see the time. But I think it was like 5 AM because of the lighting. I didn't want to get up, but I was wide awake. I decided to lie down and fall asleep, but it didn't happen.
I was thinking a lot about Kim. I hadn't talked to her in just like...2 days. I still felt like a lot to tell her though. Gah, that's all I thinking about for 2 whole hours. I swear. It felt...weird...it really did.
So yeah, I decided to get up at 7 AM. My sister woke up at about the same time. We were downstairs and we were watching the movie Daddy Day Care and eating last night's linguinni.
My father got up at about 8 and shortly after my mother came down. We watched the whole movie and then at about 9:30, my mother decided to wake up my other sister and my brother so then we could open presents.
Ah soooo...this year I got a Bowling for Soup CD, a keyboard, and a cell phone. Yes, a cell phone. It's pretty...fun, I suppose. Especially the backround I put in. I'm not telling you what it is though...all I can say is...my mother doesn't approve.
Well, like I said, if it wasn't for all that chocolate, I'd be lying in the floor somewhere...I'm tired as hell...but it's been a long day...I chilled a lot today...even practiced some guitar...and then we went the park and we walked about 3 miles. Then we went and got some ice cream.
Oh, but yeah...I've been having fun these past days...right now we're gonna go watch the movie Madagascar and then I have to watch my sister's Anime DVD with her...that should be a total of about 5 hours.
Ah. So yeah. If you are actually still reading all of that (seriously, get help!) then Merry Christmas to you...have a good day.